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"I know that you don't want me here."
She so badly wanted to deny it, and she was certain thedenial was obvious in her eyes. She looked away, trying to focus on the wordsin the textbook in front of her. “Yeah, well. The sooner we get this projectdone, the sooner we won’t have to deal with each other anymore.”
"God, I'm sick of sleeping alone."
The feeling was more than mutual. Rose couldn’t help but reach out and brush her fingers against the screen. “Soon,” she promised softly, heart aching. “And then we’ll figure out where to go from there.” “She’s not sure who would move where, but she imagined it would be easier legally for her to relocate to Ireland than J move to the States. At the same time, J had less to leave behind if she decided to move - it just might take much longer to cut through the red tape.
"Stop torturing yourself."
“You’re torturing me.” She wanted to kiss Jennalynn, so badly, but they were in public. If they got caught, it would overshadow the movie entirely; romcom princess wooed by indie has-been on set of lesbian movie? She hated the idea of what that would do. But she couldn’t pull away from Jennalynn, not with the pure want coursing through her veins.
"Can you Americans BE more obnoxious?"
4th gone wrong
Loud laughter rang out from the group.“I’m with her on this one,” Denia said, grinning, the only other non-native of the group.“I will light a firecracker up your ass,” Freesia said.“You will do no such thing,” Rose intervened, shoving Freesia’s shoulder on her way to greet her girlfriend. Freesia just laughed.
“You look much better today! Are you feeling better?”
Realistic Depression/Mental Illness Starter Sentences
Cherry smiled faintly and nodded. It wasn’t entirely a lie; she did feel a littlebetter after a night with her girlfriends, and having Matt close always made herfeel better after incidents like this. But she wasn’t really better, and she could feel a relapse threatening at the backof her head. It was the last thing she wanted, but that didn’t mean she wasn’tstill struggling.
"When I'm sixty and still single, will you still love me?" - chey to brook
“No.” It was deadpanned, but Brook’s face split into a grin when she glanced over at her friend. “I expect you to have married an old powerful man and slowly poisoned his food until his heart gave out, leaving you in charge of his estate, by the time you’re sixty. By the time you’re thirty, even.” She was mostly joking. Mostly.
"My beautiful girl."
Tierney smiled widely, settling onto the hospital bed next to Shalana. “She has your eyes,” Tier murmured, studying the infant girl in her best friend’s arms. “I wonder how else she’ll take after you.” She stroked the baby’s head, pressed a kiss to Lana’s temple. “I’m so happy for you, babe. She’s perfect.”
"This love is not what you want."
“I think I can make that decision for myself, thanks.” Her voice was sharp, cold, angry. Rose cut a glare at the other leader, sitting up and snatching her shirt from the ground. She tugged it over her head, inked wings on her back quickly disappearing under it. “But if you don’t want this anymore, you know where the door is.” She ignored the sharp ache that shot through her chest at the idea.
